I don't like the air here.

It scares me a whole lot.

But I love her still, really

And I am glad she is no one else's but mine.

But now, I want her for something else.

I no longer fear now.
For I have grown stronger in a Name.
And I want to share it with her.

But I still love her grim in writing.
I will have her to keept that dearly still.

But I want her smile all over again.
And I am sure she already knows that Name, I know it only too well.

Thank you so much, really.
And for that, I shall sing to you, my Lover, a Preface of your writings.

You will come back, I know it only too well.